Unstable: She Was Not Supposed to Survive

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© 2011 Eva Tremaine. All rights reserved.

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First published by AuthorHouse 04/21/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4490-9788-2 (sc)

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Contents

Acknowledgements

Prologue

Part One

Broken

9-1-1

Stephanie

The Harrisons

Therapy, Attempt to Heal

Millie

First Sign

Fitting In

Slashing the Pain Away

The Party

Let’s Get this Party Started

Don’t Drink the Punch

Who’s to Blame?

Payback

Growing Pains

St. Michael’s Parish

Betrayal

I Love You, Mommy

Sleep Tight, Mommy

Shelly Harrison

Sweet 16

Brian

The First Time

I Thought You Loved Me

Batter Up

Class of 2010

Part Two

Revenge

Wanda Meets Chris

Ohio

Daddy?

The Brat

Are You Still Laughing?

Backsliding

My Angel

Time to Make Amends

Juice

Do You Remember Me Now?

They Better Pray

Epilogue

Questions for Book Discussion

About the Author

Ladies’ Night Out

Acknowledgements

First, I give thanks and praise to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Without you, where would I be? Thank you for always having my back! Thank you for whispering in my ear when I had doubt and pushing me forward when I stood still.

I send love to my husband and son, the two finest men in this world, at least in my eyes. Mommy, thank you for teaching me the love of reading. Thank you for not giving up on me even when others did. Daddy, rest in peace. I miss you. Thanks to my brother Jaymes for designing a great cover. You saw my vision perfectly. To my sisters, both by birth and through friendship, I love you, divas! Shout out to the SSO posse! Thank you to a dear friend, Alicia, for being the first to read my manuscript and offering great input.

Thank you to great writer Renee Flagler for your invaluable advice! Special thanks to my editor, Carla M. Dean of U Can Mark My Word, for a job well done. I knew we could make magic together! Special thanks to my girls Tanisha and Wendy for offering your expertise in your fields. Shout out to the Tech Crew for listening to me even when I thought I was crazy for wanting to write a book.

Thanks to all the many authors that visited Sugar & Spice Book Club. You inspired me. Finally, thanks to all my friends, family, fellow authors, and readers that showed me support. I really appreciate it.

Enjoy.

Dear Reader:

Thank you for picking up Unstable. Maybe you purchased it yourself or perhaps somebody passed it along because they enjoyed reading it. However you came to have my book in your hands, I thank you for your support. It’s you, the reader, who allows me to tell my story.

Please feel free to email me at evatremaine@yahoo.com or visit my websites, evatremaine.com or facebook.com/evatremaine. I would love to hear from you.

This book is not for the faint at heart. It’s told real and raw, and nothing is sugarcoated. Unstable was created to tell the story of a little girl who went through an extremely dramatic experience, well beyond anything that I could ever imagine going through. The story describes what could happen when the psyche of a child is broken and the pain is buried within. Stephanie is the product of hate and a blatant disregard for human life.

Some details of this story are hard to swallow. Unfortunately, tragic and incomprehensible events like this happen all the time. It’s reality. It’s the truth.

Prepare yourself for Unstable.

Much Love,

Eva

Prologue

She lay face down on the floor, her behind in the air.

Yeah, baby, give daddy that sweet pussy.

He was in his own world, oblivious to anything going on around him. All you heard were his animalistic grunts as he thrust himself in and out of her. His victim’s wails were painful to the human ear, but this sadistic animal had long blocked out her cries.

With each thrust, he ripped apart her tiny womb, killing any chance of her ever conceiving. As if assaulting her vaginally was not enough, he sodomized her. He treated her undeveloped body as if she was a full-grown woman.

As he sexed her from behind, he choked her to heighten his enjoyment. Her head constantly hit the filthy hardwood floor. She passed out from the pain, but that did not cease the brutal assault.

After he finished destroying all that was innocent, he added insult to injury by lighting her on fire. Once her skin began to burn, she woke up screaming. However, her screams were in vain and fell on deaf ears. Those dozing, high on their sweet candy, could not distinguish reality from their hallucinations.

He silenced her screams when he picked her up by her throat, and laughed as her legs swung in the air trying to find the ground. He squeezed his huge hands against her tiny throat, choking out what little life she had left. Once she stopped moving, he dropped her limp body to the floor. He then kicked her in the head a few times to ensure she did not move again. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth onto the floor. He picked up a dirty sheet he found in the corner of the room and placed it over her body. He had to give some respect to the dead.

He walked away, leaving her in the abandoned crack house for anyone to do with her body as they wished. He was done with her. He walked away thinking there was no life left in her.

Fiends who entered the crack house were so fixated on getting high that they easily overlooked her body and disregarded her screams. By the time anyone found her, it would be too late. She was not supposed to survive. The pedophile did not realize this deed would later cause hell to be released on all those who crossed her path.

Part One

Broken

Broken

I tried to scream

But it’s as if I had no voice

I tried to fight

But had no choice

I lay here

Broken, battered, and abused

I am only five

Why am I filled with your nasty fluids?

9-1-1

She lay in the back of the ambulance, fighting for her life. When they found her in the crack house, it was 3:00 a.m. For over twelve hours, she had been lying there soaked in blood and semen with a sheet stuck to her burnt skin. They found her half naked, broken, battered, and abused.

Her right arm was broken, as well as three ribs and her jaw. She had suffered a severe concussion and bruises covered her body from head to toe. The hospital had to sedate Stephanie for days to allow the burns to heal. Her insides were ripped to shreds.

The 911 operator received a call at 2:47 a.m., stating a female child had been found in an abandoned house on Woodward Avenue. Wanda had stumbled into the crack house looking for Leroy, her on-again, off-again boyfriend. They usually hooked up in the midnight hours, but this morning, she was unable to find him. So, she went to the crack house to see if anyone had seen him.

He better not be in there getting high without me, Wanda thought.

The house appeared abandoned, except for two fiends passed out in the corner on the main floor. Wanda proceeded upstairs to see if he was in one of the bedrooms. The place was a complete dump, void of electricity or running water. Trash and used needles littered the floors and the smell was unbearable.

In the main bedroom, Tracy sat posted up against the wall in a zombie-like state, unmoving and lifeless. Everyone knew where Tracy went to get high, so it was no surprise to see her there. As Wanda entered the bedroom to her left, a burning stench smacked her in the face.

She gasped as she entered the room and saw a blood-covered child on the hardwood floor. Upon closer examination, she was able to see a little girl who looked to be only a few years old. She began to cry hysterically once she removed the sheet and saw the half-naked body of the child.

The little girl that lay lifeless was Stephanie, Tracy’s five-year-old daughter. She was naked from the waist down. Blood was smeared between her tiny thighs. Stephanie was a little innocent angel who did not deserve this.

Who would do such a thing to a little girl?

Stephanie’s Raggedy Ann doll, Millie, lay on the